My New French Mistress — Part One

Anouk Aimee in Claude Lelouch’s masterpiece of romance “A Man And A Woman”

“You work very hard. I understand. I’m not going to stand in your way from having one if you want.”

These were my wife Bonnie’s very words.

Every man should be as lucky as I have been when I told my wife that I wanted a French mistress.

Bonnie and I have been together since 1997 and it has been the best chapter of my life. So it was with a little trepidation that I revealed to her that, ever since I was in high school, I longed to have a French mistress, even if I would never be able to afford to take full advantage of her.

Bonnie, who is sophisticated beyond all reason and anything that I am deserving of, gave her total approval and said, “You’re a grown man. I love you and I know you love me. If that will make you happy, then I won’t stand in your way.”

It was such a mature and reasoned response. I felt like breaking open a bottle of French champagne and celebrating.

“Tell me about her. Do you have a specific one in mind?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“So tell me about her.”

“Well, she’s probably around my age or just a little older. She’s about sixty.”

“And you think she’ll still work?”

“I think so. It says she was still in use up to about a year ago when the last guy let her go.”

“Use her all those years and then just discard her. Men. . .”

“That’s progress, honey. She isn’t digital.”

“And are you going to be able to do anything with her?”

“I don’t know. I’d like to use her to do something, but I don’t know quite how yet. She’s just something that I’ve always — always — wanted.”

“Then get her. And I love you. Thanks for asking me first.”

With that I embarked on the first step of the journey to satisfy my lifelong quest and attain the French mistress of my dreams . . . and desires . . .